opened a door. “A little of the first and a lot of the second if that works for you.” He leaned forward and tossed me into the air.
I landed with a soft thud. “I’m hoping this is your bed.”
“Well, it sure as shit ain’t Core’s.”
I laughed and raised my hands over my head. “So, what do you want to talk about?”
He stood over me and folded his arms over his chest. “I didn’t want to be so bold and instantly start ravaging you.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I mean, I wouldn’t have protested if that’s what you did.”
He smirked and shook his head. “How was your day?”
So, he wanted a little bit of small talk? I was fine with that. It was better than talking about my feelings that I still hadn’t sorted out. “It was good. Sort of slow but good.”
“Chasing down new leads or still working on the potholes?”
I flipped him off. “Haha. I’ll have you know, tomorrow I get to start working on a new story.”
“And what’s this one about?”
I raised up on my elbows. “Hank Denise’s bigass pumpkin.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Totally breaking news.”
Point busted out a laugh. “Damn, Dee. You’re just crushing all the hard-hitting stories, aren’t you?”
I flopped back on the bed and laughed. “Yeah. Totally hard-hitting.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “And how was your day? Hopefully, more exciting than mine.”
“Figured out where the strip club is going. Cleaned out the last bedroom for Brick.”
I held up one finger. “What building did you guys decide on?”
“I’m talking to my wife and not a reporter, right?”
“Your strip club is not newsworthy. It’s not very wholesome.”
“Old funeral home over on the other side of town.”
“That’s interesting,” I laughed. “You might not be able to get on the news, but maybe one of those renovation shows would be interested in how you guys are planning to turn an old funeral home into a strip club.”
Point shrugged. “Dyno’s got plans.” He motioned to the room. “He’s the one who basically ripped this place down to the studs and rebuilt it.”
“Impressive,” I mumbled. I added one more finger. “Just who is Brick?”
“Member who is in prison right now. He’ll be out in a couple of weeks.”
“Also interesting.”
He pointed his finger at me. “That is not newsworthy either, Dee.”
I scoffed and waved my hand at him. “I do have some morals, Point. I’m not going to use what you tell me for my job.” I pointed my finger at him. “Unless you can tell who the person is that is taking over from the Clarks.”
“I don’t know, Dee, and I’m pretty sure that’s something you shouldn’t be sticking your nose into.”
I huffed and threw my hands in the air. “My job is to report the news, Point. I have to stick my nose out there to do that. I’m an investigative reporter.”
“Am I going to have to lock you in this room and make sure you don’t go getting into trouble?”
“Try it, Point. I dare you.”
He planted a knee on the bed. “I think we might be done talking.”
I licked my lips. “At least for now.”
There was no way Point was going to keep me away from doing my job. I was safe about what I did, and I wasn’t going to get hurt.
Point crawled up the bed and over my body.
“Do you think we’re moving kind of fast, Point?” I blurted out. I didn’t want to hide what I was feeling anymore. I had done that three years ago, and it ended up breaking both of our hearts. “I mean, should we maybe figure out what happened between us before we let the physical attraction start to blur the line?”
“I don’t want a line between us, Deedra.” His eyes connected with mine. “That was the problem we had before.”
“And that’s why I’m telling you what I’m feeling right now. Are we rushing into this when maybe we should take a step back and think?” Here I was, with the most gorgeous man I had ever seen back in my life. Literally right on top of me, and I thought we needed to slow down.
“You’re not going to push me away again, Deedra. If that is what you think you’re doing right now, you got another thing coming.”
“Think,” I blurted.
Point tipped his head to the side. “Come again?”
I sighed. Yeah, I would be the one to try to correct him about something that didn’t really matter. “It’s supposed to be another think coming. Which